Musician

While you played the heavenly song on this piece of reed, I was lost in your song of life. I thought the piece of dead wood to be the source your music, that enchants the world. You paused between the notes. Somewhere in the silence between the notes, I realized that it is your breath that transforms a reed into a flute. It didn't last long. You being ever playful, started the music again. And we start this game of hide and seek again.
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